Soon, he was driving me around in a pickup truck. As we rode through the countryside, we cracked jokes and engaged in philosophical conversations. He continued to tell me how dominant I was in the paint.

We saw a convenience store and decided to stop and get some munchies. That’s when the dream dream began to unravel.

Once we were inside the store, I realized they sold only two food items:?nachos and doughnuts.

Doughnuts didn’t sound appealing. It seemed like the wrong time of day for that, even though I had no idea what time of day it was.

I saw a woman at the counter, who motioned me over.

“Would you like to purchase one of our promotional items?” she said as I approached. “Maybe a doughnut-shaped throw pillow?” she said, pointing to a large display in the corner.

“Those aren’t pillows,”?I said. “They’re innertubes!”

She didn’t believe me, apparently.

“No, they’re pillows,”?she insisted. “Twenty dollars each.”

“Twenty bucks?” I asked. “Is that adjusted for inflation?”

She sighed.

“Can’t even stop making cheap wisecracks in your dreams, can you?” she said.

As I chuckled about my sharp wit, I decided to get a doughnut after all.